A Poem on Separation

One In Three

By: Nicholas Pavanel

Fairy tale beginning,

Thinking we understand completely.

It’s like the world is encased in cloudy glass,

Never changing,

But also never allowing us to see clearly.

Loud voices,

Short, sharp, strained conversation,

Clear the glass that is our understanding.

We now begin to see the breaking point is near.

All that can be handled between two separate parties,

Two official oppositions,

Two that can no longer be one.

All that can be handled boils down to one moment,

A moment that is different than the rest.

Soft voices meant to be comforting,

Are negotiations finally being made?

Not of the kind the people wish to hear.

The world is split into two sides,

Like a magician would split a volunteer,

Except there is no joining back together this time.

Crash!

The glass finally shatters all around,

Lying crumbled at our feet,

Mixed with tears of confusion,

The realization hits us.

Now we can see everything.

This time,

We are the one in three.